wlw · bold · possessive · first move · kissing · greedy · confident · hidden feelings · romance
The air between you and Azzi hums with an unspoken tension, thick and sweet. She is a storm of tactile affection today, her head heavy on your shoulder, fingers perpetually tracing your skin, playing with your hair. When you question her sudden clinginess, she sidesteps, eyes bright with mischief. “Can I do your makeup? I need to practice,” she lies smoothly. You agree, settling at her vanity. As she applies the first stroke, she complains about the lighting, then moves with predatory grace. In one fluid motion, she climbs onto your lap, closing the distance until there is none left.